The Seventh Bride of President

When the steward heard this, he was immediately awed: "can this be diagnosed? It's God, too. "

Mo Siyu said, "I can not only diagnose it, but also treat it with gold needles. I can relax the muscles and activate the collaterals. This leg will be fine after this summer."

The steward blinked: "golden needle cure?"

Mo Siyu had already taken out the gold needle from his arms and kicked the small stool on the ground in front of the steward: "sit down, I'll cure you."

In Mo Siyu's eyes, gold needle needling is nothing. Anyway, under the instruction of Doctor Zhang, there are many doctors in Jincheng, but they have different degrees of proficiency.

But in Yuecheng, there are very few people who know how to prick acupoints with gold needles, except for the old doctors of several aristocratic families.

As soon as people around him looked at Mo Siyu's posture, those intermittent doubts immediately disappeared, and they stared at the scene one by one, waiting for Mo Siyu to do it himself.

The steward was so flattered that he quickly sat down on a small stool, rolled up the trouser legs a little bit, rolled them up to his knees, and exposed the deformed joints to the public.

But Mo Siyu didn't plan to do it by himself. Instead, he threw the gold needle bag to sun Qing, "you come!"

Sun Qing took the gold needle bag and came to the steward. She squatted down and was about to give the needle, but she was stopped by the steward.

The steward stares at Sun Qing suspiciously, "this... Isn't it that you should apply the needle for me?"

"Little sister sun Qing was taught by me. The golden needle needling technique is far ahead of her grandfather. Don't be afraid. There won't be any problem." Mo Siyu saw that the steward was full of rejection and promised, "if something really happens, I'll be responsible to the end."

The steward refused: "I'm old and young. If something happens...

" I'll support your family. " Mo Siyu felt in his sleeve, took out a banknote, and handed it to the steward: "if you are paralyzed, this banknote is yours, and it's enough for you to do nothing at home, eat and drink for the rest of your life."

The steward was relieved when he saw the amount on the bank note.

Sun Qing squatted in front of the steward, pressing his fingers on his knees, holding gold needles and inserting them one by one from the acupoints.

After a while, the two legs in charge were inserted by the golden needle in sun Qing's hand, just like a hedgehog.

Mo Siyu stood aside, his hands behind him, staring at Sun Qing's sharp fingering, nodded and praised: "it's good, it's making rapid progress, and I've become more familiar with it than last month."

Steward in a cold sweat: just now, I said that the little girl's golden needle needling technique has surpassed her grandfather's. how dare you take me as the mouse to practice?

When sun Qing heard Mo Siyu's praise, she was very happy. She didn't have her grandfather around to preach. The golden needle was very handy.

Mo Siyu said, "now that you have mastered the golden needle needling technique, you should always take the pair of golden needles I sent you with you, so that you can cure and save people."

Just as people were about to sigh about the kindness of doctor Mo Siyu, they heard Mo Siyu continue: "if you like that person, treat him. If you don't like that person, you can see death without help, so as not to get into unnecessary trouble."

All of you "...

it turned out that the treatment by the little miracle doctor depended on the eye.

Just now, they all questioned the identity of the little miracle doctor. I don't know if they will be hated by her.

After waiting for about a long time, more and more people were watching in this corner, and finally someone recognized Mo Siyu and sun Qing....

in the end, there were more and more people in the corner